Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 132: Disorder (Part 3)
Was it really a case of whatever you fear most happening?
Feeling the chaos within his body, Fu Qian cursed inwardly.
Even after practicing for so long just now, it would take at least a minute to sort out all the crossed signals.
But seeing that the lamp was almost full, the Jailer could turn around and leave at any moment.
Missing this opportunity would likely mean another wait of about a day.
While that would provide more time for adaptation exercises, it would also increase the probability of being discovered.
And if he didn't want to miss the chance, he would have to straighten out his disordered nerves within ten seconds.
Unfortunately, that was impossible!
Fu Qian was acutely aware that he wasn't familiar enough with this body yet.
At this point, the Jailer had finished adding the oil, slowly lowered the lampshade, and turned around, preparing to walk out.
He couldn't wait any longer!
Fu Qian struggled to stand up, raised his head, and threw a punch.
He seemed to have barely managed an attack, but in reality, due to his chaotic control over his body, he couldn't exert force normally at all.
Not only did this punch lack any offensive power, but his body even lost its balance due to the exaggerated movement.
However, gritting his teeth, Fu Qian still managed to land his fist on the Jailer's back, taking advantage of the surprise attack.
Wait, this thing isn't human?
The next moment, Fu Qian was slightly startled.
The tactile feedback from his fist felt like he had punched solid granite.
Incomparably hard, lacking any of the elasticity of skin.
If it wasn't for his lack of force, his wrist might have snapped.
This weak punch undoubtedly caused no substantial damage, and the Jailer spun around almost instantly.
Amidst a flash of cold light, it unhesitatingly raised the weapon in its hand and thrust it right at his chest.
The speed wasn't incredibly fast, but it still wasn't something his current body could dodge.
As the fierce wind reached his body, Fu Qian barely twisted to avoid his vital organs, taking the blow head-on with his left shoulder.
Crack!
The force carried by the weapon was surprisingly tremendous. With a crisp snap, Fu Qian's arm hung down limply.
Despite suffering a heavy blow immediately, Fu Qian didn't retreat but advanced, choosing to continue the close-quarters grapple.
This suicidal behavior left him riddled with wounds in an instant.
Blood splattered, and the sound of breaking bones was incessant. In less than ten seconds, he had only one arm left that could still move.
Good, that's enough!
At this moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath.
As everyone knows, chaos usually stems from having too many variables.
It was indeed extremely difficult to adjust the chaotic nerves of his entire body, but if only a few variables remained, adapting became much easier!
The next moment, Fu Qian raised his only movable arm and threw a heavy punch.
Unlike before, this punch successfully unleashed his true power.
The paralysis of most of his body parts made focusing on a single point much easier.
Thud!
With a sudden burst of speed, Fu Qian's serious punch slammed directly into its jaw.
At that instant, Fu Qian felt like this arm was ruined too.
This thing's jaw was just like its back, feeling entirely like punching a stone.
Coupled with the fact that this punch had gathered all his strength, the collision made Fu Qian instantly feel like several of his fingers had broken.
However, the injury seemed to be worth it.
Accompanied by a booming thud, the sound of crystal shattering echoed.
The Jailer's masked head actually flew right off its neck.
The movements of the headless remnant ceased, and then it toppled backward rigidly.
This thing indeed had ample hardness but insufficient toughness.
As long as one wasn't afraid of getting hurt and could output enough power, finishing it off wasn't considered too difficult.
Fu Qian sat on the ground panting, looking at the head not far away.
The mask had long since been thrown aside, revealing its true face underneath.
It was indeed a face with human features, but unfortunately, it was not only as stiff as a sculpture, but its skin surface also seemed to be covered in a layer of fine crystals, sparkling like diamonds under the lamplight.
Fu Qian glanced at the severed neck. He could see red flesh and white bone, yet even with the major arteries severed, not a single drop of blood flowed out.
This place truly exuded weirdness everywhere!
After a brief observation, Fu Qian returned his attention to himself.
After that desperate struggle, his body could be described as riddled with holes.
The most severe injury was actually caused by his final outburst. The extreme physical overload, coupled with punching a stone, made the recoil force extremely unbearable.
Going from frugality to luxury is easy!
His current combat style was somewhat a choice made out of habituation to a physique with ultra-high recovery capabilities.
Silently waiting for the neural chaos effect to end, Fu Qian stood up and painstakingly moved to the door.
This place is way too huge!
Fu Qian poked his head out and looked around. The light outside was still dim; it seemed they were somewhere underground.
And at a rough glance, the area of this place was quite exaggerated, estimated to be the size of at least five football fields or more.
Furthermore, there was more than one level above and below, densely packed with identical cells.
Massive stone pillars supported the center, and rows of prison corridors interconnected.
No wonder no one had come for so long. For a place this massive, how many Jailers would be needed to be sufficient?
The cell doors had the simplest latch structure. However, because there wasn't even a small slot on the door for delivering food, the difficulty of a prison break became immense. At the very least, from the inside, one couldn't think of any way to open it.
This place seemed to have never even considered feeding the prisoners.
Having roughly confirmed his current situation, Fu Qian slowly pulled the door back into place, leaving only a slit, and retreated inside.
Calculating the angle, he pressed his arm against the wall to reset his dislocated joint, then slowly bandaged his other injuries.
Fortunately, many parts of his body had grown those circular scales, offering some protective effects. Otherwise, his injuries would probably be even worse.
Another comforting fact was that, although incomparable to his original body, this body's recovery rate was also astonishing.
Sitting on the ground, Fu Qian clearly felt his wounds healing rapidly, and his stamina was quickly returning.
At this rate, he would be able to move freely in an hour at most.
After silently making this assessment, Fu Qian turned his head and continued to study the corpse on the ground.
Perhaps due to the mutation, the headless corpse was still absurdly heavy.
Expending a lot of effort, Fu Qian finally stripped off its robe and put it on himself.
The skin under the robe was indeed in that diamond-like crystalline state, feeling just like stone to the touch.
Aside from the robe, Fu Qian also fished out two items from the corpse.
An octagonal black iron plate, plus a massive key.
The key's surface was rusted, looking like it hadn't been used in a very long time.
Fu Qian packed away these two items, along with the iron piece and stone he had found earlier.
Testing his stamina and finding it had recovered quite a bit, Fu Qian dragged the corpse to the corner where he had first woken up.
Propping it against the wall, Fu Qian retrieved the head that had fallen aside and placed it back on its neck.
After doing all this, he put the Jailer mask on his face. Carrying the weapon and the oil jug, Fu Qian slowly pulled open the cell door.
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